Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

“Maybe aliens will land and abduct it.”

I jerked. “I’m being serious.”

“You’re letting your fear run roughshod over your common sense.” His hand slid over my belly. “People have babies all the time, and yes, it changes things, but change doesn’t necessarily mean for the worst. Look at Sinclair. She was eighteen for God sake. Still in college. But she finished school. She got a good job. She’s now poised to win the next mayoral election.”

“She had help.”

He pulled back his head to look at me. “And you don’t?” He gave a nod and smirk. “That’s right. I’m chopped liver.”

God I was such a jerk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…I’m used to doing everything alone and I don’t know how I’ll do that.”

“You won’t do it alone, you won’t.” He kissed my head. “Just relax. Let it go for now. It’s not like it won’t be here in the morning.”

I tried to do as he said, but my head was a crazy jumble of thoughts and worries.

“Try harder,” he said as if he knew I was having a hard time. He rubbed my back and kissed my neck.

That was the answer, I realized. I needed to escape my head and go to a place of physical sensation only. I pressed my lips to his and reached between us to cup his dick.

He let out an oomph. “That’s what got us into this predicament.” His voice was amused as he shifted so I could better stroke him.

“Might as well make the best of it, right?”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit.” He rolled me back as he tugged my sleeping shirt and shorts off. Then he ran his hand down my body, strewing kisses until he reached my belly. “Hey baby. It’s your daddy.”

The scene was sweet and yet also so scary. Then with a kiss to my belly, he continued downward.

Yes, I thought as he pushed my legs apart and settled his broad shoulders between my thighs.

“Just feel, baby,” he whispered and then lapped his tongue through my pussy folds.

“Yes,” I said on a long breath. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there. Sweet pleasure began to course through my body, overtaking the racing thoughts in my mind.

He worked his magic, sucking and licking, and then thrusting his tongue and then a finger inside me until I was writhing with need.

“Ryder,” I said on a gasp as I teetered on the edge.

“Come for me, Katrina.” Two fingers thrust inside me as he sucked on my clit. White lights went off in my head as my orgasm burst out, radiating through my body. I gave into it. Into the release. Into him.

As I came down, he moved up my body, shucking his pants and t-shirt off. “Do you want to make love too?”

It always jarred me when he said make love. As sweet and pleasurable as this was, I knew it wasn’t love. At least for him. Did he care for me? Yes, that I was sure of. But not love. If he loved me, he’d have asked me to marry him now that I was having his child. Of course, I’d have said no. That would be too much upheaval and things to consider. Plus, he’d only ask because of the baby. We seemed to get along all right at the moment, especially naked in bed. But I understood myself well enough that at some point he’d get frustrated and resentful. Just as I would by his easy-going, come-what-may way of going through life.

“Fuck me,” I said.

There was a quick flash of something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t desire. Was it annoyance?

Before I could try to process it more, he was kissing me. He hooked his hand under my knee, lifting it up and opening me. He slid in, slowly. Oh so slowly.

“Do you feel me, Katrina?” He whispered in my ear.

“Yes.” I clung to his back.

“I’m a part of you.” I wasn’t sure if he meant his dick or the baby. Both were true.

He finally reached the hilt, and I moaned and arched at the sensation of him filling me so fully. He started to move, again, so slowly it was maddening even as it was gloriously pleasurable.

“Do you feel me?” he asked again, this time his voice strained.